The Truth Behind The Myths

UNACCEPTABLE

"He's not back yet!"

"Annabeth, it might take a while."

"But it's been four hours!"

"Who knows how long it actually took him to get to his dad's place. It could have taken him hours in the first place." Nico insisted.

"No, something must have gone wrong."

"Annabeth!" Steve grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her pacing. "Percy is fine. He's just with people who are helping him. You need to calm down, he will come back."

She met his eyes, both seeing worry in the other's gaze.

"What if he doesn't? What if this is that train ride all over again?" She whispered.

Steve pulled her in for a hug. "It won't be. We know where he is. When he's done, he'll have his memories and he'll come back. You know he will, he loves you too much not to."

Annabeth's arms wrapped around him as she held on to one of her best friends, the kid that gave up part of his life to make sure she was safe, the boy who had taken the spotlight off of her because she didn't want it. Her little brother. Tears began to slip from her eyes as she remembered all the things Percy and Steve had done for her.

"I've got an idea." Nico said quietly after a few minutes.

"O-okay?" Annabeth pulled away, swiping at her eyes.

"Let's watch a movie. Something happy, distracting." Nico looked at Tony. "What you got?"

"We could watch Disney movies."

"Disney? As in Walt?" Nico asked.

"That'd be him, why?" Tony asked.

"Walt was a war veteran. We spoke with him a few times in his later years. He was an ambulance driver in World War I." Steve explained.

"You met Walt Disney? And you babysat JK Rowling? Is there anything else I need to know?!" Tony spluttered.

"Well, Thalia thinks I'm Taylor Swift's great grandma or something." Annabeth said.

"Of course you are!" Tony threw his hands up in a gesture of defeat. "You drop better names than I ever have!"

"Immortal 18 year old, remember?" She smiled at him.

"Speaking of, how old does that make Percy?" Nat asked from the couch where she and Clint had been observing.

"He's 17. We were immortalized a few days before his 18th birthday."

"Wow."

Annabeth nodded, her eyes far away as she thought, probably about Percy again.

"Alright, Tony, let's see what movies you've got." Nico announced, seeing the look in the blonde's eyes.

"You name it, I've got it." Tony promised.

"Got anything remotely Greek?"

"There's Hercules." Clint put in.

"There's a movie about Heracles?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"Heracles?"

"His Greek name. Hercules is the Roman version, his name was chosen to appease Hera." Annabeth explained.

"Why would he have to appease his mom?" Tony asked.

"Hera is NOT his mother." Annabeth said forcefully.

"She is in the movie!"

"Let's see this movie then. It's gotta be pretty bad if it says Hera is his mother."

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"Oh my gods, that was torture!" Annabeth exclaimed.

"I know, horrible!" Nico added.

"Why?" Nat asked.

"Well for one thing, none of the gods look like that."

"Wait, you've seen the gods?" Clint asked.

"Oh, we never explained that did we?"

"No." Tasha and Tony responded.

"Well they're real. Anyway, the gods don't look like that."

"And Hades isn't the bad guy!" Nico put in angrily.

"He's the god of death isn't he?" Nat pointed out.

"THE UNDERWORLD!" Nico thundered. "He's the god of the Underworld, not death! That's Thanatos."

"He's actually okay sometimes." Annabeth said.

"Hera is nowhere near that nice." Nico continued. Thunder rumbled, but he ignored it. "Heracles was a demigod, not a godling. And a stupid one at that. He wasn't a hero. And he shouldn't be considered one today."

"Fauns usually aren't that fat and the monsters were portrayed really inaccurately." Annabeth said.

"Hades doesn't flirt." Nico was focused on the Lord of the Underworld.

"Cerberus isn't that huge, nor are his heads Dobermans. They're more like Bull Mastiffs."

"Hades doesn't make deals with people."

"And those women weren't the Muses. They were the Graces."

"AND!" Nico held up his hand as if he had the most important part. "The Titans aren't monsters. They look like humans, they're the fathers of the gods."

"Imagine if we had those for grandparents." Annabeth muttered.

"What?" Clint asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"No, you said 'grandparents.' Are you guys related to these...titan things?" Tony asked.

Annabeth and Nico exchanged glances.

"I guess you would need to know sooner or later." Annabeth finally said.

"Know what?" Tony demanded.

"Wait...it can't be!" Tasha insisted.

"It is. Formal introductions seem to be in order." Annabeth took a deep breath. "My name is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

"And I am Nico di Angelo, son of Hades."

"Well that would explain the vehement hatred of the Hercules movie."

"Shut up, Tony. Is Percy like you then?"

Annabeth looked at Natasha. "A demigod? Yes."

"Who is he then?"

A new voice joined the conversation.

"Son of Poseidon."

[A/N HAH! Demigods reacting to Hercules!]